Leo Blue POV
Scandalous as it might seem, I pull on my black cloak and slide into the night.
The rain heavy on the sidewalk and the noise of lightning crackling in the sky. So spooky isn't it? Well, not as spooky as me. I'm the ultimate spookmaster at this point.
I'm so spooky that I blended in like like a ghost. I can see my target ahead of me. He was power walking down the street with a rainbow umbrella over his head. He didn't notice me, for I used my bunny slippers to provide soundless foot steps. Ha ha! I'm so smart!
I carried a flashlight in my pocket. No, it's not for seeing in the dark, it's actually so I can knock out this man. With the force of a flashlight, I can make this man pass out on the street, but it can't kill him. If I shove the plum into his mouth and let him drem, then I can hold on to it untill Sugar Plum Witch comes back! She'll have no idea that the dream isn't mine! ALSO this man will have no idea that I stole his dream. I can do this every night seven times! I'll stalk my prey in silence like the G in lasagna!
I sneak up on him, ready to attack when he jumps to face me in an instant. Holding on a gun in front of him he yells, "Not so fast!"
I fell backwards in shock. The man then slips his gun back into his raincoat.
I can see in the dark, and the rain, that this man was young. Even younger than the guy I killed in the parking garage. His man had to be about eighteen.
"Why do you have a gun?!" I blabber.
"I have five guns in my house." He sasses, "What are you doing creeping in the night? I can see your reflection on those glass windows." He explains quite logically.
"Oh yeah, and what might I ask are you doing at this time at dark?" I backfire, "Going to the strip club?"
He scrunched his round blue eyes and pointy noise. "Gross." Then he properly explains, "I'm just leaving my job."
"Where?"
"The post office. Why do you ask?"
"Do people like you at the post office?"
"......Um, not really."
"Fantastic! Because they don't need to see you tomarrow! If you do me a favor, I'll get you Three Hundred dollars." I tell him as I start hatching a plan.
"What kind of favor?" He wondered skeptically.
"You just need to sleep. It's that simple... that simple indeed." I say as I feel the villainous smile forming on my face.
He gives me a blank stare. "I'll do it. As evil as you may be, I'll do whatever your weird favor is."
Ah! Perfect! Just perfect! We love eighteen year olds with guns who jump into action! "Ah, but first!" I declare, "I need to see your driver's license!"
"Why?"
"Oh, don't ask any silly questions, you silly silly man! You're the Guinea pig now!"
I felt that I had some kind of authority looking at his driver's license. I was right, he is eighteen years old. His name is Maxton Malute.
"Ah! A literation name! How fun!" I tell him in which he replies with a stiff "Yeah."
And then I notice on his driver's license that he's from Tennessee. Tennessee! How is that so?!
"You're from Tennessee?" I ask bewildered.
"I- Yes. I just moved to Oakland last year for college and for my job. Why does that matter?"
